Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2001 12:10:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Warren Greene
Subject: used-by-jock-3
A few days after Ryan and Jack introduced me to some of their fellow
football players, there was a knock on my door. My roommate was studying
at the time, and was surprised to see that Ryan was at the door, asking for
me. I silently followed him down the hall to his room where he ushered me
inside and closed the door.
"So, bitch, you still ready to be the football team's cockslut?"
I swallowed hard. I loved my sessions with Ryan, and he had helped me to
learn that I was truly a submissive whore at heart. Nothing could please
me more than sucking and being fucked by straight jocks. But still,
letting the whole football team use my ass was a big step. I was scared
about what was to come, but I knew I needed to try it or I would never
forgive myself.
"Yes sir, I'm ready."
"I knew you were. I can tell you can't wait to wrap those lips around some
more cock, you little perv." I tried to look Ryan in the eye while he was
talking about me, but his gaze was too powerful and commanding. I shifted
my eyes and looked at the floor.
"OK, listen up. We finish with practice at 5:30 every day. You are to
arrive at the lockerroom at 5:15 and wait in the last stall of the
bathroom, kneeling on the floor. When the coaches leave, we'll come and
get you. Can your perverted little faggot brain remember that, or are you
overwhelmed by the thought of all that tube steak?"
"Yes sir, I can remember," I said, feeling my stomach churning around.
"Oh, one more thing. Be sure to wear this outfit when you come, but as
soon as you get to your stall in the bathroom, you have to strip. Totally
naked, no underwear."
"Yes sir," I said, as I took the bag of clothes Ryan handed me.
As soon as I was done in his room I went to the single bathroom on the
floor, where I could look in the bag without my roommate watching. Inside
I found a muscle shirt, a pair of soccer shorts that were a size to small,
flip flops, and a pair of boys briefs that were about 5 sizes to small. I
thought the underwear was a strange addition, but I was told to wear the
whole outfit, so I determined that I would.
The next day at 5:00 I got ready to go to the locker room. I took a
shower, brushed my teeth, and made sure my ass was clean. Then I put on
the outfit. I'm not sure how I looked to others, but I felt very exposed
in the small shorts and skimpy shirt. I didn't ever dress in athletic
clothes, so I felt unnatural. The first few steps I took, I could hear the
sound of my too-small underwear tearing slightly. It was so obvious to me
that I was going to service a bunch of jocks, that I felt like everyone
could tell I was a whore on my way to suck some dick. I began to walk to
the athletics building. The sensation of my dick and balls being squashed
together by the tighty-whities started to give me a hard-on. I was deathly
afraid that my stiffy was poking down below my shorts (I never had the guts
to look down and check). I wanted to run the rest of the way, but I
couldn't run in the damn flip flops.
Finally I made it to the football lockerroom, and I entered the bathroom as
I was instructed. I made my way to the last stall and prepared to strip.
My sexual experiences with Ryan and Jack had been exciting and they allowed
me to do things I had never done before. But NOTHING had prepared me to
get naked in a public bathroom and wait for an entire football team to use
me for a workout. I started breathing rapidly, and my stomach tied up in
knots. I couldn't tell if I was going to puke or pass out. I leaned
against the metal wall of the toilet stall and slowly collected myself. I
knew that I was going to love being the team whore, and I took a deep
breath and began to undress. Once I had stripped off all my clothes I hung
them on the hook in the stall and waited for the team to come back from
practice. Apparently the bathroom had gotten plenty of use that day
because the floor still had several wet spots where guys had missed the
toilet, and someone had tracked in plenty of dirt on their cleats. I
slowly bent down (to assume my instructed position) and I knelt in the
muddy puddles of piss on the bathroom floor.
While I waited my knees started to ache horribly from kneeling on the cold
tile floor and I started to shiver. I leaned back on the toilet to relieve
my knees, but soon I heard noise outside. I straightened my body and
prepared for the onslaught of jocks that I knew was coming. Sure enough,
after a few minutes I heard the bathroom door open, and Jack appeared at
the door of my stall.
"Aren't you the obedient little cocksucker! Looks like you're ready for
action." I simply nodded as I ogled Jack in his tight football pants.
"Well, I'll tell the guys you're ready for them, but first I've gotta take
a piss. Open up."
It hadn't occurred to me that I would be used as a toilet, but I
immediately understood what was going to happen, and opened my mouth. Jack
positioned his limp cock inside my mouth and began to unleash a torrent of
piss.
"You better swallow you sorry bitch, or you'll be licking my piss off the
floor."
The prospect of having to lick the filthy floor terrified me, so I gulped
down the salty yellow liquid as fast as I possibly could. It kept coming
with amazing force, and I became lightheaded as I practically stopped
breathing in order to drink down the copious amounts of urine.
I had never felt particularly turned on by the thought of guys pissing on
or in me, but I surprised to find intense pleasure in the degrading act of
Jack using me as a toilet. I could feel his piss filling my gut, and my
cock began stirring and started to get hard again.
Once Jack had emptied his bladder and wiped the excess off onto my cheek,
he went to the locker room to tell some of the other guys. The coaches
hadn't left yet, so I couldn't leave the bathroom.
Other guys started to come in and relieve themselves after their hard
practice. Some guys pissed in my mouth and made me swallow, some pissed on
me, hosing me down with their urine. Ben (who I'd met in Ryan's room)
pissed on the top of my head, and laughed as he watched his piss run
through my hair, and down my face, some of it dripping off my chin.
In total about 10 guys pissed on or in me, and I was soaking wet by the
time Ryan came and told me it was time to meet the rest of the team. I got
up from the small lake of piss that I was kneeling in, and followed Ryan
into the locker room, staring at the floor. I could hear the hoots and
hollers of the team members when I walked in, with my hard cock bouncing in
front of me. I was a sorry state, covered in piss and hard as a rock.
"It's time to meet Eric," said Ryan, "he called dibs on you."
I was hoping Ryan might be the first one to use me in front of the other
guys, because at least I was familiar with Ryan's cock and his preferences,
but since Ryan was a freshman, he had lost out to Eric, a senior
linebacker. Ryan lead me to the showers and left me standing in front of
Eric, my head still bowed, afraid to look up.
"Oh boy, my fag's here," said Eric. I finally looked up. He was big, but
muscular, with light brown hair, cut close to his head. He had a light
crop of body hair, and his cock was 7 inches, flaccid. I could tell right
away that he was going to be rough with me. He didn't have a mean look
like Jack, but he was clearly in the mood to get out his aggressions after
practice.
"You're filthy," he said, looking at me, "you gotta clean up before I touch
you."
He handed me a bar of soap and turned on the shower next to him. I quickly
obeyed his orders and rapidly cleaned my entire body.
"OK, piss breath, give me the soap," he said after I had rinsed off. I
handed him the bar and he instructed me to open my mouth. I knew what was
coming, but I hesitated. I had never had my mouth washed out with soap as
a child, and I didn't particularly want to start now.
"Look, faggot-ass, none of us wants to stick our dicks in a toilet, so
we're going to have to clean your filthy mouth."
I slowly opened my mouth, and Eric held the back of my head with one hand
as he shoved the bar of soap in with the other.
I immediately gagged from the foul taste, and tried to spit the soap bar
out, but Eric held it in place. Sensing that I was going to be persistent,
he held my head against the wall, mashing my face against the tile, so I
couldn't spit out the soap. He held me like this for several minutes while
I gagged and choked on the foul-tasting soap.
Finally he removed the soap from my mouth and I stood under the shower head
for a minute trying to rinse the taste out of my mouth. But Eric was ready
for some action, and he grabbed me and swung me around to face the middle
of the showers. There were two rows of shower heads, separated by a
waist-high tile partition. Eric roughly bent me over the dividing wall and
spread my buttcheeks. I couldn't believe it, after all the talk about
cleaning my mouth, he wasn't even going to use it! But I quickly forgot
about that, as I readied myself for the assault that was about to start on
my ass.
Eric's dick was quite big when it reached its erect state. The head felt
like a gigantic, smooth mushroom, as it pushed against my hole.
"One. Two. Three," he said, and then began to drill his way into me. My
ass wasn't prepared for this sudden attack, and I let out a low moan/scream
as he proceeded to bury his cock inside of me within a few seconds. He had
a firm hold on my hips as I writhed, trying to adjust to the torpedo that
was in my gut.
"Stop squirming, it'll go faster," he barked at me, as he pulled back an
inch and then rammed back in. He repeated this pattern for a while,
pulling back a little further each time until he was going the full length
of his cock, pulling back and then nailing me with breathtaking force. A
few times he accidentally pulled all the way out, and I could hear the
slurping noise that my asshole made when his head passed all the way out-it
almost sounded like my ass was begging for more cock, and Eric was always
sure to pop right back in and continue ramrodding my butt.
He kept it up for what seemed like forever, and the constant pounding
started to take its toll. My hips got sore and started to bruise from
being constantly pounded into the tile wall that I was bent over. I
honestly started to think that Eric would never finish, but I guess he was
ready to get dressed and leave, because he quickened his pace and I could
tell he was going to dump his load soon. He worked himself up to the point
of orgasm and then pulled his dick out and came on my back. I tried to
maneuver over to the shower head to wash it off, but he grabbed me and
pushed me into the lockerroom.
"Hey guys," Eric addressed his teammates, "this here's a good piece of
pussy, you should try it."
The guys laughed and made me walk around so they could look me over. They
thought it was funny that I had Eric's jizz on my back, and they asked me
how it got there. I blushed. "Eric fucked me," I said.
"Why did you let him pork you," a voice called out (I recognized it as
Jack's voice).
"Because I'm a horny faggot," I said, prompting an uproar from the team.
Some of the players talked to each other and worked out the order of who
got to have me. I sucked 3 cocks and two guys fucked me that afternoon (in
addition to Eric). I knelt on the tile floor and serviced the meaty,
sweaty cocks and moaned as they dumped more cum into me.
The last jock that I serviced was Pete (the backup quarterback) who gave me
an intense assfucking session. He finally blew his load into my gut and
pulled out, making me lick off his rod. When he left, Ryan walked up to me
and told me to hurry the fuck up. It turned out that since he was a
freshman, he was responsible for staying until everyone was done with me
and then making sure I left. He shoved me towards the bathroom and told me
to get dressed. I hurriedly put on my slutty outfit and he pushed me out
the door into the outside world.
I realized that I had massive amount of dried cum in my hair and on my
face. It was obvious what I had been up to, and I looked around for a
water fountain or anything to wash off with, but I couldn't find anything.
I could tell people were giving me weird looks, and I hurried back to the
dorm as fast as I could. I ran to the bathroom in the lobby of my dorm to
clean up before I went to my room, but my roommate still stared at me when
I walked in in my skimpy outfit and my face all red from the scrubbing I
had just given it.
The whole time I had been servicing the team, I hadn't gotten to cum
myself, so I went to the bathroom and took a long shower, jerking off
twice. I had never had such intense sexual pleasure as I had experienced
that afternoon being used my several meaty athletes. I hoped they would
continue to require my services-sure enough, my hopes were to be answered.